Tenderloin cuts.
The Tenderloin, San Francisco, California, United States of America.
A good opportunity to reconsider your career trajectory. And by all means, consider “trajectory” in every sense of the word.
PR & Marketing.
Death in the Tenderloin
“…some saints, some sinners.”
You clicked on google and got an answer to your question. Confuckingratulations.
Have you been to Wilson & Wilson? Have you wandered up and down the street waiting for the place to open, chatting with the locals, waiting for the crowd loudly checking phones just outside the speakeasy door to dissipate, wondering why you bother? You really should go. Read on.
If it’s Monday, then it’s time for Urbane Studies at SFist. Incidentally, there’s a reason why no one can remember those little details I’m always harping on like some kind of lesser Frank O’Hara. Scientists say we’re hardwired to remember the more emotionally charged events of our life. All well and good, but some days all it takes is a guava popsicle and a lovely view. Here’s to lowered expectation!
Sascha spoke of conspiracy and UFOs, CIA chemtrails and the balls of flame that light up the hotel at night. Good to have friends in the neighborhood. You don’t know it? Let’s learn more about Ellis & Leavenworth, shall we?
Raymond has lived in the Cadillac for a while, enjoys their free concerts. I told him I don’t normally take portraits, but he said he was feeling pretty good, and that I should take his picture. Best smile in the TL on a 70-something degree day. Read on at SFist.
The Maryland Market is among the best in the neighborhood, if only for the beverage case: Cristal Negra soda, Inca Cola, and once I swear I saw Kolachampan, that Salvadoran elixir. Across the street, one can buy VHS copies of some of Stallone’s lesser films; t-shirts, cellphone chargers, Viccodin. So go back to the Maryland, stand in admiration of its southern wall: a warm-paletted Mondrian across the Cola signage, Maryland all free and easy, Market steady and controlled. As for the other three corners? Read on.
If there aren’t cat puns within the first five minutes, I’m demanding my money back.
Truth in advertising: this NYC-grade swill on Larkin won’t do it for you when you want for a punishing cup, a masochist’s brew.
Fried rice, surprisingly, 2012’s hottest drug trend.
Predictions of 2012!
Pterodactyls.
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